Free A Turn of the Screwed by Tymber Dalton

doesn’t have to listen to them. Unless she meets someone else.
    In a way he felt guilty over having nudged her—okay, pushed her—into a dominant role for the past two years. She’d tried. Tried damned hard, out of love and the desire to make him happy.
    It wasn’t her fault it hadn’t been enough. The problem had been his, not hers.
    The more he’d talked with Keith about that, spilling things to him he hadn’t been able to talk to anyone else about, the more the realization struck him that the sacrifices Noel had made for him over the past couple of years, since he’d admitted to her he was gay, spoke to the depths of love she had for him.
    He felt like a real shit for doing that to her without realizing the silent price she was likely paying.
    Behind him, Keith stirred, pulling him closer, his hard cock nestled along the seam of Scott’s ass. “Good morning,” he mumbled, nibbling on the back of Scott’s neck.
    Scott closed his eyes, sucking in a slow, deep breath. “Good morning, Sir.”
    Keith patted him on the abs, where his hand rested. “Keith and Scott this morning, at least until after breakfast. I want to talk some more. Okay?”
    “Okay.”
    Keith made Scott roll over to face him. He had brown eyes, not like Noel’s, a different shade. Hers contained flecks of amber and green, while Keith’s were dark, like mocha, or rich, creamy coffee.
    Keith laced fingers with him. “We need to go out and find breakfast. I’d rather eat off-property so you can relax while we talk.”
    “Okay.”
    “And there’s an Army-Navy store I want us to hit so we can get you a pair of boots.” He smiled. “You need your own.”
    “Okay.”
    “What’s wrong? Regrets?”
    “Yes. Not about this,” he quickly added. “I guess it’s finally slammed home how unfairly I’ve treated Noel.”
    “Not knowing her, based on what you’ve told me, it sounds like she made the sacrifice willingly enough.”
    “I didn’t really give her much of a choice. I sort of sheepdogged her into it.”
    “Still, she’s an adult. And she did let you come here this weekend.”
    “I know.”
    “Another hard question,” Keith said. “When do I get to meet her?”
    “I hadn’t planned that far ahead yet.”
    “If we’re going to be dating, I need to meet her and talk to her, face-to-face, at least once. I need her to tell me she’s okay with what we’re doing. Not that I don’t trust you, but this won’t work with us sneaking around.”
    “I don’t want to be in her face with this.”
    “That’s not what I want, either. I personally think that under the circumstances it would be cruel to be in her face. But that talk needs to happen, sooner rather than later. I’m not saying you have to leave her or divorce her right now. We still don’t know for sure yet what’s going to happen between us the more we get to know each other. I won’t, however, be your piece on the side.”
    “I can’t go flaunting you around to my coworkers.”
    “Did I say that? No. I need you to be able to tell her you’re going out with me, or whatever code you two come up with for you going out with me, or spending the night with me, without you having to lie to her. If it means we have to back off sex and just date for a while until your situation is resolved with her, we’ll do that, too.”
    That’s not what Scott wanted. The sex was…well, no offense meant to Noel, who was great, but this had been even better.
    Exceptional.
    As if Keith had known exactly what he’d wanted and needed.
    Which, of course, he had.
    “She said she’s okay if I have a relationship with someone.”
    “That’s good. But I need to hear her say it. I’m not going to run around behind her back.”
    “Okay.”
    Keith sat up and swung a leg over Scott, grabbing him by the wrists and pinning his arms over his head.
    Scott felt the slide into subspace. Another perfection. While he could manage a submissive headspace with Noel, he’d never fallen so hard